The sound of rain drowns out the pain
all before the showers stop.
The sound of rain keeps me sain.
It blessed me and the earth’s crop.
I always dance in the rain.
The sound of rain calms my brain.
I pray for rain to teach me;
I pray for rain to reach all
roots in my family tree.
I hear the sound of rain
washing all my pain away.
During the ride, I stay inside
the painted lines of my mind.
I pick up the speed I need
to discover what I seek.
I travel several miles
to find what makes me smile.
At times, I lose all control
of the car that drives my soul.
I find ways to drive straight
into a storm of uncertain fate.
Throughout my ride, I pass signs
that reminds me of travel times.
I know this road can be rough;
I know that I must be tough.
At times, I open windows
to teach others what I know.
Anyone can tell you that
the journey gives what you lack.
This road of dysfunction
is under construction.
Although its destruction,
I still manage to function.
I have all the time and drive
to keep dying dreams alive.
I’m surrounded by clocks
with hands that never stop.
I feel time slipping
with my reality shifting.
How can something I can’t see
afford me the chance to breathe?
I never question the hands
that control my time and plan.
I live the best I can.
I’ve escaped the hands of time
and found hands just like mine.
Crazy is a place I’ve been
Many times. I can’t lie.
I’ll visit this place again.
It’s just a matter of time.
I can drive myself crazy
On a full tank of gas.
My mind isn’t lazy;
My thoughts run fast.
My speed starts to rise;
I start losing all control.
Will this be my demise?
I want to feel my soul.
Please don’t dare drive
Me away from my life.
Crazy is a place I visit.
I go, but I never stay.
My speed has no limit;
I drive all night and day.
No matter the roads,
This is the life I chose.
I can drive myself crazy,
I don’t do it purposely
Cuz’ these roads raised me
And the ride was free.
I have to be close to where
I want to be. It is hard
to measure what I can’t see.
I know I am close
to what means the most.
I can finally see beams
of light cut up the night.
As I push on, I can see
a familiar reflection
smiling back at me.
I desired so much;
I almost lost touch.
Now I must find
what continues to shine.
In this life of mine,
I will never whine.
I must find my fate
before it is too late.
I must live hour to hour,
work away, and remember
to play. My fate awaits
another day as I push on
through life’s crazy maze.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 